The calm after the storm

I’m almost numb from everything that I found out this morning.

In no way, is it the right way, to start the day.

I scheduled a pre-walk through of the Hobart house for 9am, today.
I had asked one of the roommates to clean the kitchen a couple of days ago.
I told her that it was her responsibility since we divvied up the house.
I ask her to meet me at 8:30am to get some papers signed.
I look at the kitchen, and I couldn’t tell whether she had done anything.
I said, “Oh, it looks cleaner…”
But little did I know that our other roommate had just started putting stuff away.
She didn’t even correct me and say, “Well, I didn’t get a chance to clean, but I plan on doing it later.”
Instead, she asks me what she should do with her keys.
I blindly had mentioned she could leave it here (at the house) and I’d return it to the manager,
or she could hand it to him herself — which is advised.
She left them anyway.
Obviously thinking she wasn’t going to be back to clean or do anything whatsoever…
Even though I told her that I’d call her to have her come back and do more cleaning.

So she left the house without her keys.

The manager comes in next, very knowledgeable, understanding, and a pleasant guy to talk to.
We go through the house, I ask a bunch of questions, and at the end of an hour, yes, an hour, I have him approximate how much they would be taking from our deposit. Pre-walk through’s should take, what, 10 minutes, max?

What it comes down to is that we will most likely be owing money.

$1600 deposit + $however_much = money wasted on a place that I hardly lived in, people’s shit that needs to be dumped, and dog feces all over the fucking house.

This is why I don’t live with roommates, and why I will never sign another lease with multiple roommates, again.

Granted, a learning experience, that fucked me side-ways.

Gotta love people who don’t give a damn.

Why is it that I, the person who has done the least damage and lived there for the least amount of time, have to manage and be responsible for all this shit?

…calling to make sure people do their fair share, and updating everyone on what’s going on.

Late for work, completely distraught, and going insane…

I have to be the bitch.

I don’t know what to do.

My judgment is telling me to scrub the house clean, in less than 2 days, hire services to haul shit and clean — because people either don’t want to help, or are not in town; yet, the better judgment says,

“No. Don’t do that shit. You’ll lose even more money because no one will pay you back.”

I don’t know what to do anymore.

Fuck me.

Oh wait, I’m already fucked.